At the Wedding: A Mind Control Fantasy - Part I of V

- by Alvo Torelli

(Mg, mc, ped, oral, nc)

Part I: Two days before the wedding: Tara takes a shower.

There were so many attractive young women staying in the huge compound of bungalows rented for my niece's wedding. The weather was perfect and the warm ocean water was constantly inviting. Within hours of arriving everyone had shifted into island mode. It almost seemed like the young women were vying to see who could wear the skimpiest bikini in the days leading up to the wedding. Not much was left to the imagination and it was hard to keep from constantly ogling the amazing beauties.

But one girl caught my particular attention. Not because she was the most beautiful, most curvaceous or sexiest - no, I take that back, she was all of those things and unquestionably the hottest girl at the wedding. But really, she stood out for a different reason - for being the most annoying female in attendance.

The name of the black-haired beauty was Tara. Slight, curvy, petite, an amazing face with severe pouty lips and thin black eyebrows, these were some of her striking features. She was the groom's cousin on his mother's side and it was clear from the moment I met her that she thought the world revolved around her and only her. I guessed her to be sixteen at most. On her small frame, her perfect perky breasts were incongruously large, but amazingly attractive. So was her flowing mane of long jet black hair. Tara was a stunner - and she knew it - and she abused it. High maintenance didn't even begin to describe the little bitch's personality. Despite being at another girl's wedding, Tara expected to be center of the universe. She could care less if three other girls were waiting for the shower or the whole wedding party was held up while she looked for her purse. I never saw her lift a finger to help with any of the hundreds of tasks needed to prepare for a wedding or to entertain and feed forty people for a week. No one mattered in comparison to her slightest need and she was always maneuvering to get one or another of the young men wrapped around her little finger, regardless of whether or not said young man was attached to another female in attendance. I hated her immediately but I didn't mind at all watching her fine young ass swing from side to side as she strolled across the lawn in her micro-bikini. And of course she made sure all the men in attendance were paying attention.

It was impossible not to think of pretty little Tara as a fun plaything for the week of the wedding.

Now you have to believe me - I'd sworn to myself before leaving for the wedding that I would be good, that I wouldn't try to play with any of my niece's friends - at least not this week. This week was about my niece. I'd really meant it. But I couldn't get the thought of Tara, of her lucius body and her annoying personality, out of my mind. And I just happened to have a batch of the newest formula in my luggage - just in case. I mean, a guys got to be prepared, doesn't he? And really, didn't the formula need a field test? Wasn't it just scientific curiosity driving me on to identify a good test subject? Sure, absolutely. And besides, little Tara wasn't my niece's friend, she was a cousin of the groom. That hardly counted.

I am so weak.

Once the decision was made it only took a couple of hours to get Tara alone, which I did by sneaking in on one of her half-hour hog-the-bathroom showers. She felt the sting of the small syringe hit her calf before she realized she wasn't alone in the bathroom. In seconds her muscles froze up and she could barely breath, much less scream for help. She stood helplessly in the shower as I slid the door open fully and leisurely enjoyed the view of her wonderful young body. I was glad, but not surprised, to see that she was completely devoid of pubic hair. Her amazingly buxom breasts were even better than imagined. Despite their large size they were perky and firm, standing out from her body as if to defy gravity. No wonder she looked so hot in a tiny bikini.

After pushing the shower head to the side to avoid getting wet, I leaned in front of Tara's rigid body and looked straight into her wide terrified black eyes. "Listen to this voice." I said, holding her face in my hands and speaking slowly and clearly. "You are now imprinted on this voice. You will do whatever this voice tells you to do - forever. You will know what you are doing, but you can never disobey this voice in any way. Your body and mind belong to this voice."

As I finished, the temporary paralysis quickly dissipated and pretty Tara pushed away from me, terrified, and opened her mouth to scream. But I was ready for her. "No screaming," I said quickly and the frightened girl's voice was cut off before the sound could escape. "Nothing above a whisper," I commanded. Tara tried again and again to scream as she desperately tried to cover her nakedness from my eyes.

"What are you doing?" Tara finally managed to bark out in a hoarse whisper. "Get away from me!"

"Stand still" I said calmly, knowing that I needn't be harsh or demanding now that Tara was imprinted on my voice. She stood in place at once, but her arms still desperately tried to cover her nakedness and her eyes looked about wildly. I turned the water back on to Tara's fine body. I knew as long as the water ran everyone else would assume she was still just hogging the hot shower. "Hands behind your head" I intoned and she instantly obeyed me, her eyes flaring in shock at the involuntary motion. I smiled slightly as I watched her muscles tense in a fruitless attempt to pull her arms down from their unnatural position. I always loved this part - watching the frightened emotions that played across the girl's face as she started to understand her new horrific reality - watching her struggle more and more hopelessly against the force of the serum. But her brain was already rewiring, enthralling her to the sound of my voice. Under the power of the serum her thoughts were her own, unless I said otherwise, but her body was mine.

I gave my new toy the standard set of instructions - she could never tell a single soul anything that I did to her, she would act naturally whenever other people were around unless under specific commands from me. As I established her most basic new commands, I admired the way the warm water ran down her firm breasts and dripped off her impressive nipples. I ignored her pleading and desperate whining for release and then silenced her completely with a simple command. She still tried to speak, to scream, to struggle - unwilling to accept her awful new fate. But when I told her to step out of the shower she didn't hesitate, she couldn't. When I told her to bend over and place her palms and elbows on the countertop she trembled violently, having not been told otherwise, but in a second her elbows were down on the cold tile. When I told her to spread her legs apart and hold still no matter what, she did it without a whimper - her silence still enforced by my command.

Tara's young body was amazing. Her large breasts dangled enticingly and the view of her pussy from behind was intoxicating. I loved the curve of her spine and and the confusion on her face. I wanted her desperately, but there was pace to my madness.

"Tell me your age, Tara? You can whisper again." I said quietly, nearly drowned out by the rushing shower.

"Thirteen," she whispered and then continued quickly with "please, please, what are you going to do? Why can't I move? Oh please, don't hurt me."

I was shocked! She was much younger than I had assumed from the ripeness of her provocative body. But as I looked closer I could easily see her youth. Without the makeup she usually wore and the clothes she chose, both designed to make her look older and more sophisticated, she actually looked her age - and much more innocent and vulnerable. What I'd taken for petite was simply young. But she certainly had the nicest set of knockers I'd ever seen on such a young girl.

"Tell me, child, are your breasts real?"

Tara's eyes flared, but she answered at once. "No."

"How did you get them? Why are they so perfect, and so large?

"Daddy got them for me, for my thirteenth birthday. He hired the best surgeon in Los Angeles. I made sure that mine were bigger than that cow Janet's. Daddy's twice as rich as her daddy. And the agent daddy talked to said I'd be much more likely to get noticed by the movie people if my tits were really big."

I couldn't help but think how screwed up the world of the rich could be. But I was hardly in a position to complain about a truly great set of tits on a hot thirteen year old. They were masterpieces. "You want to be a movie star, Tara?"

"Oh yes, more than anything."

"Tell me, Tara, how many times have you had sex," I commanded softly, ignoring the child's tearful pleas and the wracking tremors of her little body.

"Never," she replied and blushed, then gasped with realization of what might be coming for her. "Oh god, please, please, don't rape me. No! Please!"

I have to admit, I was shocked. I knew Tara couldn't lie to me and so she was, truly, a virgin. But it hardy seemed possible, even at her tender age. The boys must be all over her at school, especially after she 'developed' her great chest assets.

As much as I wanted her young body, Tara's cherry was something special and called for special treatment - more than I was prepared to offer in the twenty minutes available before everyone left for the evening's party. But I had to give her a taste of the wonders her new life would bring now that she was my new plaything.

"Oh no, oh no, please!" Tara whispered desperately as I stroked my hand up and down her smooth inner thighs and then eventually brought it to rest cupping her precious smooth rounded pudendum. "You can't!" I massaged the silky mound of flesh and enjoyed the young girls terrified trembling. "Nooooo," she moaned softly and I was certain that no one had ever touched her this way before. I looked into her beautiful face in the mirror over the sink and drank in her helplessness. "Please stop," she pleaded, but I only responded by parting the outer lips and then stroked a fingertip through her precious channel. I wasn't surprised that her tight pussy entrance was dry to my touch. She was terrified, not aroused. Every muscle in her body strained to flee, but she couldn't pull her forearms from the countertop, or draw her legs together - not until I told her too.

But I wanted Tara to understand the true level of control I enjoyed. I wanted the little bitch's anguish to fully blossom. "Tell me, Tara, do you touch yourself here, where I'm touching you?"

"Oh god!" She squeaked, "y-yes! But please stop. I don't want you to touch me!"

"Why do you touch yourself here, Tara? Tell me. Tell me when you do it. Tell me what happens when you touch yourself here." I continued stroking lightly at Tara's wonderful little pussy, knowing that she probably couldn't stop herself from getting aroused as she described her own masturbation techniques to me.

"Oh! Be-because it feels good." The anguished words spilled immediately from the pretty naked girl's mouth and she blushed scarlet. "I touch myself sometimes when I think about my boyfriend Jeffrey, but more often when I think about Mr. Foster. Mr. Foster makes me feel funny and that makes me want to touch my pussy. Then I rub my pussy a lot, especially on one place and it gets really wet and excited. And if I do it just right, for long enough, then I get an incredible warm rush that bursts out from my pussy and washes over my whole body and I tremble all over."

I was right, her pussy was getting wet as she talked, despite her obvious humiliation. "Tell me how it feels to have me know that you like to make yourself come, Tara," I said, driving my point home. "And tell me who Mr. Foster is, Tara. Tell me why you play with yourself and have an orgasm when you think of him."

"Oh god, it's so embarrassing," Tara wailed in a soft voice that sounded much younger now. She shut her eyes tight to keep from looking at me in the mirror - probably to avoid my evil smirk of triumph. "Please, please let me go! Oh god, Mr. Foster is my algebra teacher. And I don't know why I think about him or why he makes me want to play with myself. He's kind of old and bald, but he's nice to me and makes me feel different than the other teachers."

As Tara talked about her algebra teacher her pussy was suddenly sopping wet with desire and I could easily stroke my finger through her warm channel, teasing her towards orgasm. "Look at me, Tara." The poor child's eyes popped open and she stared straight into my face, frightened. "From now on Tara you're going to think of me when you play with yourself. You're going to see my face and you're going to imagine that I'm the one touching you. And then you're going to have a huge orgasm from thinking about me. Every time you come, from now on, all you can think about is me, all you can see is my face. I want you to have a huge orgasm now Tara, right now. Look into my eyes and think only about me and have the hardest, hottest come you've ever had - now!"

A flood of juices suddenly coursed through Tara's tight cunt, soaking the two fingers I was teasing her with. I worked her little clit between the finger tips, squeezing and kneading it. Tara starting bucking her hips into my hand, still unable to move her feet or arms. She stroked along my fingers with desperation. Her face stared at me, horrified, but her body followed my commands and her orgasm built very quickly.

"Tell me what you're thinking about, Tara," I commanded. "Tell me about your orgasm."

"I'm thinking how much I hate you, you're terrible and mean. But oh god, you're making the feeling come, it's coming, it's coming. Oh god!"

Tara bucked and squirmed on my fingers. The intensity of her orgasm was extreme. Her blush of horrified embarrassment was just as extreme. When she finally began to calm down, I withdrew my sopping fingers from her pussy and wiped them off on her pretty face, forcing her own juices into her nostrils and across her lips as she violently, but unsuccessfully, thrashed her head to avoid me.

"Tell me, Tara my beauty, have you ever given a boy a blowjob?"

"Yes," Tara answered immediately, blushing once again, "once. Oh my god, please don't tell anyone."

"Tell me who it was, and when, Tara. Tell me if you liked it."

"It was Jeffery, a month ago on his birthday. It was horrible. I told him I'd never do that again."

"Did you swallow his cum, Tara? How did it taste?"

"Oh my god, no, no, I could never ever do that. He squirted it on my face and a little got in my mouth but I spit it out as fast as I could. It tasted disgusting! I could never swallow that awful stuff." Tara's face gave away all of her emotions as she spluttered out the description of her one and only cock sucking experience, obviously distraught at sharing the experience with me.

"Actually," I said with a grin, "you can and you will. Turn around and get on your knees Tara."

"No, no, what are you going to do?" Tara whined even as she came up from her degrading display and turned to face me, dropping immediately to her knees. I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor, showing her my large throbbing erection. "Oh no, no, no, please. Oh god, it's so big!"

"Now you're going to suck my dick, Tara. And while you suck my dick you're going to get extremely aroused again. Your pussy is going to get very excited and you're going to finger yourself with one hand while you stroke me gently with the other. You're going to be desperate to have an orgasm, Tara, totally desperate. You want that orgasm more than anything you've ever wanted anything in your life. But you can't have that orgasm until you swallow my cum. You can't have that orgasm until you beg me to shoot my seed into your mouth and you swallow every drop of it down your little throat."

"Oh god, no! Please!"

"Start now Tara. Get my hot dick into your pretty little mouth right now." In thrall to my voice, Tara immediately reached out to grasp my hard rod and guided it to her mouth. Her eyes flared in terrorized surprise. If she hadn't believed before that I controlled her completely, she did now. I saw a second look of surprise on her face as her pussy flared with desire and her other hand darted down to start fingering the already sopping channel. She flicked desperately at her little clitoris, and pushed two fingers inside herself. "Oh fuck, yes, that's it Tara. Use that little tongue of yours, all around my cock. Oh shit, yes. Work at it Tara. Try to be the best cock sucking little slut that every lived. Try hard!"

It was fantastic to watch Tara's desperate and ultimately very successful attempts to be an incredible cock sucker. But even as she tried the disgust was clear on her face, as was the intensity of her pussy's need for another massive orgasm. The three competing emotions played across her gorgeous young face in waves as she gave me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. I couldn't stop myself from twining my fingers into her long black damp hair so that I could force my cock down her throat a few times, gagging her and adding to her awful disgust. And all the while the poor child was fingering herself with mad desperation - trying to bring on the orgasm that she wanted so badly but couldn't have - not yet.

I was so worked up over my new little toy - I knew I couldn't last long, even in her mouth. I pulled my cock out and grabbed her hand to keep her from just stuffing it back in. "Tell me how you feel Tara. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you are."

"Oh god, oh god, I need to come. Please, please, I need it. Oh please, let me suck your dick. Let me make you cum in my mouth. I'll do anything, anything! Please let me be your cock sucking slut! I need to come so bad. Please, I'm begging you, let me have your cum!"

With a smile of satisfaction I rammed my cock back into the young dark-haired beauty's warm mouth. Her mind-induced need for sexual satisfaction was so great that she eagerly sucked and stroked me like a pro. In seconds I felt my balls tightening in preparation for an explosive orgasm. As much as I enjoyed tormenting my new toy, I could only hold out for so long - and besides, hadn't she begged me to cum in her mouth.

I erupted into Tara's mouth. Wave after wave of hot semen scalded her mouth and throat. Her eyes went wide with surprise and then disgust, but those emotions were quickly wiped away as her own orgasm struck - exactly as I had commanded it would. I kept my cock buried in her mouth as the poor girl began to buck and squirm - the fingers of her hand wildly stroking at her feverish young cunt. She moaned in agony and ecstasy around my large dick and I watched her swallow every drop of my seed before I finally pulled from her mouth and let go of her long hair. But her wild orgasm went on and on for another full minute as she groaned and writhed on her knees, completely out of control. I waited patiently for her to come down, reveling in the mixed emotions clouding her innocent young face.

"Tell me, Tara, my little slut, what did you think of the taste of my cum?" I asked as I zipped my shorts back up.

"It was disgusting!" the child responded. "Please don't ever make me do that again. I think I'm going to throw up. I'm going to be sick. It was horrible. Oh god, I can still taste it!"

"That's not what it looked like, sweetheart. It looked exactly like you loved my hot cum. You begged and pleaded for it and when you finally got it in your mouth you were so turned on by the taste of it you had a massive orgasm. That's what it looked like to me, princess. It looked like you're a cum loving slut, Tara."

"No, no, I hated it! Stop saying that."

"Just imagine what the next guy will think of you when you suck his dick like a pro and swallow all of his cum down your throat before you have another huge orgasm in front of him. Imagine that Tara. Imagine what Mr. Foster would think of you. How does that idea make you feel Tara?"

"No, no, no, I'm not that kind of awful girl. Please. Oh god it would be terrible!"

I chuckled. Tara's intense displeasure at the idea of what men might think of her was perfect. But it was time to give her her final commands before departing. "Get back in the shower now, Tara, and make sure you're good and clean. Wash your hair again. And when you're done go to your room and get ready for dinner. Put on the clothes you'll find on your bed, Tara, and nothing else. I'll see you at dinner princess."

I watched as Tara rose from the floor obediently, despite the look of anger and embarrassment on her face, and stepped back into the shower. Every muscle in her body tensed and she tried to scream, but of course she couldn't. The shower, running continuously through our time together, had turned icy cold. She worked as fast as she possibly could to carry out my instructions and escape the freezing water. I took a final moment to enjoy the way her perfect nipples tightened into hard little cones under the cold water before I quietly slipped out of the bathroom.

Go here, for Part II of Tara's adventures at the wedding.

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